“You’re killing me, Lia.”
He set her down on the small sink, kissing her, his tongue stroking hers, his hips surging. He was driving her wild and all she wanted was for him to be in her. As his kissed her, one of his hands swept up her thigh, going higher and higher until he reached her core. He stroked her through her panties, and she arched to meet him. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take, and just as she was about to ask, he pushed aside her panties and sank two fingers into her.
5
Oh, yeah. Lia was wet and ready for him. Brody sucked at her neck, moving over her collarbones while pumping his fingers in and out of her. She writhed beneath him, that was pretty much when his self-control snapped. He was trying to take his time, to make it good for her, but his cock was so hard it was aching, straining towards her like an untrained dog pulling at the lead.
She whimpered when he eased his fingers out and he kissed her.
“I’ve got something better for you.” He smirked.
He eased her panties down over her hips, her thighs, and along her slender calves. He massaged her muscles, watching how her eyes shuttered closed and her head rolled to one side. Man, the next time he got to do this, he was going to spend hours worshiping her. Like she deserved.
Dropping her panties to the floor, he hooked his hands under her thighs and pulled her closer to the edge of the sink.
“Are you ready?”
“So ready,” she replied in a purr.
He stepped from his pants, finding his wallet and the condom he kept there. He sheathed himself quickly, enjoying the way Lia’s eyes flared as she watched. Her breasts rose and fell quickly with her breath and he wanted to see them uncovered. As if reading his mind, she pulled the lace cups down and exposed herself to him. Her nipples puckered in the cool air and he leaned down to take one in to his mouth. He suckled at her for a moment before lavishing attention on the other breast. When her whole body became liquid, he entered her in a smooth motion.
They both groaned and he just stayed there, absorbing everything from the way the light caught her hair to the way her dark lashes were a slash over her pale skin. She was beautiful in a way that he had never seen before and he realized that this couldn’t be it. He needed more of her.
“Brody?” she asked in a whisper and he refocused on her face. “Is everything okay?”
“More than okay,” he replied, slowly pulling out before sliding back in again. Her inner walls clenched, holding him in place before he pulled back once more.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing her mouth to his, claiming him. Her breasts pressed against his chest, the dual sensations of her mouth on his, him inside her body and he knew this was as close to a religious experience he was ever going to get.
“I’m close,” she panted, dipping her head into the crook of his neck. Her hot breath feathered over his skin, driving him crazy with lust. He redoubled his efforts, his hips pistoning in her, her nails scoring his back. With one final deep thrust, he felt her tip over the edge, her inner walls contracting around his cock, milking the orgasm from him.
“Fuck,” he hissed, thrusting once, twice, a third time before spilling inside her. Lia called out his name as she came, wrapping her legs around his waist and holding him against her.
Lia felt empty as soon as Brody pulled out of her body. The sensation didn’t last long though because he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her gently.
“When can I see you again?” he asked, his voice a rich, dark rumble in the small space.
“You want to see me again?” she asked. She’d thought this would’ve been a one-and-done kind of thing. One-night stands weren’t her usual style, but it didn’t feel like that with him. It felt like it was just the beginning.
“Of course I do.” He tucked a loose strand of her hair over her ear. “Why wouldn’t I?”
She shrugged and her gaze darted down, but he hooked a finger under her chin and forced her to look up at him again.
“You’re amazing, Lia. I feel like this was meant to happen—I was supposed to see you again.”
“Me too,” she whispered.
Framing her face in his hands, he kissed her, the passion they’d just shared igniting again. He broke the kiss first, blowing out a breath as he pressed their foreheads together.
“I have to get back out there. Derek will wonder where I am.”
“Derek is the other guy?”
He nodded. “And he tends to get into trouble when he’s left unsupervised.”
She grinned and ran her hands down his stomach. “I’m not going to lie. I’m not sure how I feel about my sister and her friends touching you while I have to sit and watch.”
He grinned at her, touching her face softly. “I like that.”